Today was especially troubling. My mom, aunt, and cousin went to Prescott where Mike was killed to talk to a medical examiner, police, and a bunch of other people. They found out that they did not blow a tire, like I had thought. They had stopped 20 minutes prior to get their tire fixed and wherever they went didn't put the lug nuts back on tight, so the tire just fell off. And I am so angry.
Somebody's negligence, somebody's lack of care for their job and for others... cost so much. You cost two young boys their lives. They had so much going for them and so many experiences that they had yet to attain. You cost me my cousin, the most amazing kid in the world... the kid that I will forever regret not letting him know I love him, not hanging out with him more. You cost my aunt and uncle their youngest son. You cost my mom and dad their nephew. You cost my three cousins their youngest brother. And then you cost another family the same thing, except you cost one of their kids their lives and another one of their kids a hospital visit that he won't even remember because he's in a coma. You cost a loss for extended families, for friends, for church members, for everyone. You cost five kids the worst road trip and experience they will ever have. You cost three kids near death experiences that will be the most painful memory they will ever have. You cost so much, and I hope you realize that. I hope you think about that every time you work on a car, every time you see a young boy, every time you pray to God, I hope you think about that.
I wish you would have taken the extra couple minutes just to your job right.
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